Luke had been in his room for a couple minutes. It was a spacious room with a closet, a medium sized bed, and a dresser with dried apricots on it.
Luke didn't trust the village, or it's leader, and he sat down at the base of the bed, so he was facing the opposite side of the bed, with his back to the closet.
Behind him a figure slowly opened the closet door without a sound, and crept behind him, drawing a small dagger.
When he was exactly behind Luke, he raised the knife up, and brought it down into Luke's back, hitting him over the head with his other hand.
Luke's body fell silently forward, slumping across the bed.
Then, the man slipped out the window without a sound.
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Luke was in a large, empty room, with nothing, but a small table in it. On the table were two short swords.
Luke recalled he had just been in his room, at the tavern, sitting on his bed, when he felt a sharp pain in his back, before something knocked him unconscious.
As he approached the table, a figure appeared on the other side of the room, and beckoned him closer.
He stepped forward, and approached the figure warily. His eyes wouldn't focus on the figure itself, but he could see everything else.
"Who are you, and where am I? What happened?" He asked
"Don't you know?" The figure replied, "You were stabbed in the back Luke, you're almost dead."
Luke felt weakened all of a sudden, and collapsed onto the floor, his breathing shallow.
"Where am I? How long do I have? What happened!?" He gasped, clearly in pain.
"We're in your mind, as for your other questions, you were stabbed in the back by an assassin.
You really shouldn't have let your guard down. You have as long as I think you deserve," The figure said.
"It all depends on how much you want to live, and who knows? You might gain something else besides your life."
The figure snapped its fingers, and said, "I've just delayed your death till we're finished here, you should feel fine now."
As soon as the figure had snapped it's fingers, the pain went away, and Luke could breathe easy again.
He stood up, "What should I do?"
The figure gestured to the short swords, "Take one, fight me, beat me, and you get to live."
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Luke stepped forward, and took one of the swords. The figure also picked up a sword, and snapped it's fingers.
They were now in an open field, on opposite sides of each other, only a hundred meters from each other.
The figure raised his sword, and pointed it at Luke, "Begin." He said, and charged.
The figure covered the distance fast, and Luke barely had time to block with his own sword.
The sound of steel on steel rang across the field, startling a group of birds, who few away chirping loudly.
Luke and the figure had their swords locked, until the figure of the man tried to slide the blade down, attempting to catch Luke's hand with the blade.
But Luke, twisted himself out of harms way, he thought. But the figure had anticipated this, and quickly slashed at the retreating Luke, giving him a shallow wound on his arm, where the blade had made contact.
Luke gave a small grunt in surprise, the figure was fast, he thought, able to slash him while he was retreating.
He turned to see the figure charging at him again, and ducked. The figure swung the sword above him, where his head had been. The blow would've cut off his head, if he hadn't ducked, and they both knew it.
Luke slipped under the figure's arm, and slashed with full force.
The arm fell to the ground, as Luke stood up a few meters from the figure.
There was blood flowing from the stump, that was where the arm had been, but it stopped abruptly.
The figure turned and laughed, "A little advantage I have," the figure said "I can close off wounds on my limbs. This fight isn't over yet."
The figure charged again, and Luke didn't have time to do anything, before the figure's sword was in his chest, the blade protruding out his back.
Luke gasped, dropped his sword, and slowly stumbled forward, until he was leaning against the figure.
The figure put his hands on Luke's shoulders and said, "You gave it your best shot, but it wasn't good enough."
Then the figure looked down, and saw a hard light in Luke's eyes.
That was when Luke pulled the sword out of his chest, and impaled the figure in the chest with his last bit of strength. The sword protruded out of the figure's back now, and Luke whispered,
"You as well." Before letting go of the figure, and collapsing on the ground, the light fading from his eyes.
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Luke awoke on a large table in the room where he had met the figure. He sat up, and felt where the figure had stabbed him. He found a thin hole the size of a blade in his chest, but it wasn't bleeding.
He marveled at this, until the figure appeared in front of him, both arms intact.
He approached Luke, and said,
"You've proven that you deserve to live, your determination showed me that."
"Who are you? Luke asked.
"I'm glad you asked, again, but this time I'll answer. I'm you. A part of you at least, some people have dormant power, and I happen to be yours."
Luke stared at the figure blankly, "That makes no sense."
"The figure smacked it's forehead, "Let me show you."
The figure became clear all of a sudden, and Luke saw that it was a man that looked exactly like him.
"How?" He asked, confused.
"I just told you! I'm part of you, a part you never knew you had, but being stabbed in the back awoke me. Sadly this is the only time we'll meet, when you awake you'll find your wound from the man who knifed you gone, but the hole from where I stabbed you, will be with you forever."
The figure, and the room started to come in and out of focus for Luke.
Then turning away, as it fade, said, "Just before you leave I have a gift for you." And with that the figure turned, a fireball in his hand, then he launched it at Luke, and his world went black. The last thing he heard was the figure's voice, it said,
"You'll wish you had thanked me later, that fireball, was me, your dormant power.
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Luke awoke in his room at the inn with Dante and Liam's faces peering down at him,
Dante and Liam breathed a sigh of relief,
"I told you he wouldn't die." Dante said to Liam over him. That's when Dante noticed that the wound that he had bound up, stopped bleeding through the cloth he had bound him with.
Dante undid it, and froze. The wound was gone, but right next to Luke's heart, was a hole the size of a sword's blade, that went straight through his body.